I'm being forced to go a boring engagement party and I wanted to update before I left just in case I didn't have time later. I hope you all enjoy it –please review – let me know what you think.
Undertow
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Greg took a sip of the water that had been given to him but still his mouth remained dry. He met eyes with Brass who was sitting across from him- his hands clasped together against the surface of the table a puzzled lock across his face.
"So Greg, talk me through what happened..." He asked attempting to remain calm.
"I...I was at Sara's and I don't know what happened, I just, I snapped...and I attacked her" Greg replied shrugging attempting to figure out why he couldn't feel anything in that moment. He had expected something to fill his chest in that moment but there was nothing- his body had become numb.
"What do you mean?" Brass cast a quick glance behind him towards the reflective glass that divided the interrogation room the observation room. He knew that Russell and Nick were on the other side watching every move Greg was making using all of the experience they had to figure out whether the things he was telling them were true.
"I...I raped her" He recalled the empty look in her eyes, the small sounds of protest that had escaped her lips as he broke her down. She had attempted to remove herself from the situation- she had looked anywhere but at him.
"Why did you do that?" Brass asked in a measured tone trying not to let the anger that was boiling beneath the surface of his skin into the atmosphere.
"I don't really know..." Greg met his eye. "I guess I was fed up with her always ignoring me"
"You think she ignores you?" It seemed like an odd question to ask since they had been friends for so long; it was almost common knowledge that they were closer than the others. Sara's leaving had seemed to hit Greg harder than the rest of the team.
"She never saw me, not really... I was just... there... and I couldn't take it anymore, so I just did... it." Greg glanced around the room.
"What happened after that?" Brass realised that he needed to keep Greg talking until they had some news on Sara.
"I said sorry..." He took a deep breath. "But I knew, if I just left she would report it. And I panicked... I suffocated her. I bagged everything up; the sheets, her clothes. I cleaned the room, wiped down all the surfaces and put everything else in the boot of my car"
"What did you do with her body?" The air in the seemed to still in that moment as they waited to hear what Greg would say next.
"I drove out to Lake Mead and..." He pressed his eyes closed recalling the fine detail of the night before. He had stood on the jetty Sara's lifeless body cradled in his arms as he cast his eyes over the landscape that surrounded them. There was no one else within sight but still he found himself feeling as if he was being watched. "I threw her into the water. I put some rocks and things inside the bag of evidence to weigh it down and I threw that in there afterwards."
"We are going to search every inch of Sara's house, your car and that lake and we when we find the evidence we are going to make sure you get nothing less than the death penalty" Brass spat the words across the table the spite impossible to deny as he pulled himself to the feet. He cast one last glance at Greg before he left the room the feeling of the air being sucked out of his lungs leaving a thumping in his head.
"Have you heard anything from Sara?" Brass questioned.
"Not yet...Finn and Morgan have gone to her house" Russell informed him with a sigh.
"You really think Greg could do this?" Nick studied his friend behind the glass. Greg had pressed his head against the table his exhausted body relying on the furniture to hold him up.
"Why would he confess if he hadn't?"
"I don't know" Nick's southern drawl stated. "But I think there is a lot more to this than what he's telling us. Can I talk to him?"
"You know I can't let you do that" Brass shook his head.
"Come on Brass... It's Greg... he's one of us" He pressed on.
"Fine" The older man eventually gave in moving out of the way letting Nick past him.
Greg glanced up as he made his way into the room before pressing his eyes closed once again his fingertips massaging his temple as the shock of another headache settled in. He knew there were more questions he needed to answer and that at some point he would be processed. Every minute seemed to drag out while he waited for the truth to appear and for eventual justice to unfold.
"You feeling alright buddy?" It was a pointless thing to enquire about- it was more than obvious that he was not.
"I just it to be over" Greg declared in a quiet voice picking at his finger nails, his hands feeling oddly anaesthetized as his actions barely registered in his mind.
"I know you do" There was a pause "And it would have been over a lot quicker if you had just called us when it happened"
"And said what?" He gave a short humourless laugh. "Yeah, so I murdered my best friend, I need a little help here"
"Why go through so much effort to hide the body, the evidence and then confess Greg?" It was something everyone had been wondering. He had covered all the bases he had needed to. He had loved and cared for Sara so much that it was unlikely suspicious would have fallen on him first.
"Because Sara deserves more than that... I thought I would be able to live with myself but I can't. I'm not like one of them, I'm better than that. At least I thought I was better than that..." A crushing pain consumed his chest.
"I'll send someone in to process you" He shook his head- he couldn't listen to anymore of what Greg had to say.
As Nick made his way to Brass's office he felt more than ready to create the case against his friend. All of these years he had wondered how someone could do so much to hurt someone they loved and still he realised that he didn't have any answers. There seemed to be no design to Greg's actions, no method to his madness.
"We have to find her body" He announced kicking a chair situated closest to him.
The sound of a faint cough floated in from the door way, the squeak of a shoe as someone moved inside.
"I hear you're all looking for me..." A raspy, familiar voice observed...
